REHAB II - THE SEQUEL
PAIRING: House/Wilson
RATING: Adult
WRITTEN: November 19, 2008
WORD COUNT: 1426
WARNINGS: Two men in sexual situations.
SUMMARY: House and Wilson continue what they started in the rehab pool.
DISCLAIMERS: You’ve got to be kidding! (House, M.D. was created by David Shore and is owned by NBC/Universal.)
A/N:
hawkeyefreak72 requested a sequel to REHAB (please read it first by clicking on the title). I said that I’d consider it, and I did. Here is the result. Hope you like it!
James Wilson and Gregory House arrived at the apartment on Baker Street. Unfortunately, there were no spaces by the front door. Wilson wanted to drop House off and then go find a spot, but Greg stubbornly refused. With a huge sigh, James gave in.
It was bitter cold with a north wind blowing when they began the half-block walk. With each step, House’s limp became more pronounced until he finally stopped.
Wilson turned to face him. Gazing into darkly shaded eyes, he could see moisture glistening there, caught by the light from the streetlamp. He sighed and shook his head. “You stubborn idiot.”
“Yeah, that’s me.” House grimaced. The cold air had penetrated the denim covering his thigh and thrown it into severe spasm.
“Come on.” Wilson moved next to Greg’s right side, taking his cane and throwing his arm over his shoulder.
They made their way to the front steps. Leaning heavily on Wilson, House made it slowly up and stopped at the front door. James unlocked it and led Greg directly into his room, depositing him on the bed. He returned a minute later with a heating pad, which he plugged in and turned on.
House had managed to remove his shoes.
“Let’s get you undressed.” Wilson helped him, being extremely careful and gentle in pulling off his jeans and boxer briefs.
The room was toasty warm causing House to sigh in relief. Wilson smiled as he placed the heating pad on the tight muscles and then quickly stripped down. He joined Greg on the bed. “Feel better?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” House turned his head and kissed Wilson on the lips.
“Okay, just relax.” James sat up and scooted down to House’s right knee. Grasping the calf firmly, he began gently kneading the tight muscle. He watched as House flinched then relaxed.
After a few minutes, Wilson felt the knots release. He removed the heating pad and reached for the cratered thigh. A hand shot out and caught his wrist in a vise-like grip.
Looking up, narrowed eyes met his. “It’s okay. Please trust me. I can help.” Wilson felt a decrease in pressure as the fingers slowly withdrew.
Changing tactics, James lightly ran his hand over House’s left thigh, noting the relaxation in the muscles. He watched Greg’s flaccid penis twitch as his fingers had accidentally brushed his groin. He then did the same to the right. It felt hard as steel. No wonder he couldn’t walk.
With gentle fingertip pressure, Wilson began rubbing the muscles surrounding the scar tissue, eliciting a deep sigh. “Feels good, huh?”
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” came the reply. James smiled.
As the spasms released their grip, Wilson began kneading the muscles in earnest, moving slowly up the thigh.
House lay on his back, eyes closed, enjoying the relief Wilson’s talented hands brought. They were firm, yet tender. No one had touched him like that in a long time. As he relaxed and his mind wandered, he began to get an erection. “Mmmm ... good,” he murmured.
James smiled as he watched his best friend’s penis come to life. A sure sign the massage was having the desired effect. It certainly was affecting him. He was becoming hard, too.
As he continued working, he felt the muscles finally unknot. He’d been staring at House’s penis and was now confronted with a massive erection begging for attention. “How’re you feeling now?”
“Mmmmm ... really good.” House grinned.
“This will feel even better,” Wilson purred then leaned forward to lick the head of Greg’s penis with the flat of his tongue.
A loud gasp filled the room. House’s eyes shot open. He looked down the length of his body to see a smug grin looking back at him.
“You like that, huh?”
“Whatever gave you that idea?”
“This.” Wilson did it again then sucked the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.
House jerked violently and shouted, “OH MY GOD!” as Wilson withdrew.
“See what I mean?”
“Ye - yeah.” House was panting hard. Wilson just grinned. He loved seeing Greg lose control and just go with his feelings. It happened so rarely.
Reaching down, House ran his fingers through Wilson’s hair. “Come up here.”
Greg saw Wilson’s erection for the first time as James shifted his position so he could lie alongside him.
Grabbing his arms, House maneuvered Wilson so he lay atop him. It felt oddly safe and secure to be beneath the younger man, who was careful not to jar his leg. They kissed deeply.
Wilson, leaning on his forearms, pulled away, gasping for air. As he gazed lovingly into deep blue eyes, he gently rubbed his erection on House’s belly. James moaned softly as his penis slid across firm skin and was brushed by House’s rigid shaft on one side. His balls lightly bumped the pair beneath him.
Greg’s eyes fluttered shut as he breathed, “Oh God ... don’t stop.” His hands slid down James’ back to his ass, tenderly kneading the firm mounds.
“I won’t.” James leaned in for another kiss as he kept up the slow thrusting. He knew he wasn’t going to last long. This was infinitely better than the fantasy. Never did he think he’d be this turned on.
A soft moan emanated from below him. “You okay?” James panted.
“Oh yeah. You feel so good ... nice and slick. Don’t stop.” A deep moan rose from his chest.
Both men’s penises were now wet from lubrication, which only served to intensify the sensations.
Wilson was having trouble controlling himself, but he didn’t want to come before House. James knew the Vicodin could inhibit sexual response, meaning Greg might require longer stimulation to achieve orgasm. He needed this to be good for him. He desperately wanted to please him, to give him all the sensual ecstasy he could.
House was now moaning and panting continuously. He had to be close, Wilson thought. Tingles and lightning bolts shot from the head of his penis up his spine to explode inside his head.
Awash in a wave of erotic sensation, the pain in Greg’s leg was completely obliterated. He could feel his balls pulling up. He was so close, but couldn’t seem to tip over the edge. His hips began moving of their own accord.
With the first thrust of House’s hips, James lost it. “God I love you, Greg!” he cried as he came hard.
Hearing those words and feeling a jet of warm liquid spread across his belly was all it took. Greg grasped James’ ass, pulling him tight against his body as he thrust up sharply and cried out, “Love you, Jimmy!”
Wilson felt House’s body convulse beneath him and warm fluid hit his abdomen. Hearing Greg’s declaration of love made his softening penis twitch. Through the haze of his post-orgasmic bliss, he wrapped Greg in his arms and smothered him with kisses.
House started to kiss back then fell asleep, causing Wilson to chuckle softly. Making sure he wasn’t putting pressure on the damaged thigh, he remained lying atop his lover, caressing his hair tenderly.
A few minutes later, Wilson carefully got up and padded into the bathroom. He washed and dried himself off then wet a washcloth with hot water. Grabbing a bath towel, he returned to bed.
Carefully, he wiped their mingled semen from Greg’s belly and thighs then went back to the bathroom to rinse out the cloth.
Returning once again, he sat by Greg’s groin. James gently cleaned House’s scrotum, causing him to stir.
Finished, he lifted Greg’s limp penis and began wiping it off.
“What are you doing?” a drowsy voice asked.
Wilson looked up to see deep blue eyes trying to focus on him. “Just cleaning you off before it all dries.”
His tongue peeked out and licked his dry lips. “Thank you.”
“Sure.” Wilson gently toweled him dry, kissed his penis, tossed the bath towel on the floor and the washcloth on top. “Is your leg bothering you? Do you need a pill?”
Moving the limb a bit, he felt no sharp twinges. “No. I’m fine. Endorphins trump Vicodin.” He smiled in that shy way that emphasized his gorgeous dimples. Wilson thought his heart would melt.
An arm tugged at James’ waist. “Come here.”
Wilson slid up alongside him and was enveloped in strong arms as House turned on his side. They kissed.
When their lips parted, Greg grinned broadly. “You know ... you were right.”
Wilson’s eyes went wide. “I was? About what?”
“Rehab. Smartest thing I’ve ever done.” He winked, making James laugh.
THE END
RATING: Adult
WRITTEN: November 19, 2008
WORD COUNT: 1426
WARNINGS: Two men in sexual situations.
SUMMARY: House and Wilson continue what they started in the rehab pool.
DISCLAIMERS: You’ve got to be kidding! (House, M.D. was created by David Shore and is owned by NBC/Universal.)
A/N:
hawkeyefreak72 requested a sequel to REHAB (please read it first by clicking on the title). I said that I’d consider it, and I did. Here is the result. Hope you like it!
James Wilson and Gregory House arrived at the apartment on Baker Street. Unfortunately, there were no spaces by the front door. Wilson wanted to drop House off and then go find a spot, but Greg stubbornly refused. With a huge sigh, James gave in.
It was bitter cold with a north wind blowing when they began the half-block walk. With each step, House’s limp became more pronounced until he finally stopped.
Wilson turned to face him. Gazing into darkly shaded eyes, he could see moisture glistening there, caught by the light from the streetlamp. He sighed and shook his head. “You stubborn idiot.”
“Yeah, that’s me.” House grimaced. The cold air had penetrated the denim covering his thigh and thrown it into severe spasm.
“Come on.” Wilson moved next to Greg’s right side, taking his cane and throwing his arm over his shoulder.
They made their way to the front steps. Leaning heavily on Wilson, House made it slowly up and stopped at the front door. James unlocked it and led Greg directly into his room, depositing him on the bed. He returned a minute later with a heating pad, which he plugged in and turned on.
House had managed to remove his shoes.
“Let’s get you undressed.” Wilson helped him, being extremely careful and gentle in pulling off his jeans and boxer briefs.
The room was toasty warm causing House to sigh in relief. Wilson smiled as he placed the heating pad on the tight muscles and then quickly stripped down. He joined Greg on the bed. “Feel better?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” House turned his head and kissed Wilson on the lips.
“Okay, just relax.” James sat up and scooted down to House’s right knee. Grasping the calf firmly, he began gently kneading the tight muscle. He watched as House flinched then relaxed.
After a few minutes, Wilson felt the knots release. He removed the heating pad and reached for the cratered thigh. A hand shot out and caught his wrist in a vise-like grip.
Looking up, narrowed eyes met his. “It’s okay. Please trust me. I can help.” Wilson felt a decrease in pressure as the fingers slowly withdrew.
Changing tactics, James lightly ran his hand over House’s left thigh, noting the relaxation in the muscles. He watched Greg’s flaccid penis twitch as his fingers had accidentally brushed his groin. He then did the same to the right. It felt hard as steel. No wonder he couldn’t walk.
With gentle fingertip pressure, Wilson began rubbing the muscles surrounding the scar tissue, eliciting a deep sigh. “Feels good, huh?”
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” came the reply. James smiled.
As the spasms released their grip, Wilson began kneading the muscles in earnest, moving slowly up the thigh.
House lay on his back, eyes closed, enjoying the relief Wilson’s talented hands brought. They were firm, yet tender. No one had touched him like that in a long time. As he relaxed and his mind wandered, he began to get an erection. “Mmmm ... good,” he murmured.
James smiled as he watched his best friend’s penis come to life. A sure sign the massage was having the desired effect. It certainly was affecting him. He was becoming hard, too.
As he continued working, he felt the muscles finally unknot. He’d been staring at House’s penis and was now confronted with a massive erection begging for attention. “How’re you feeling now?”
“Mmmmm ... really good.” House grinned.
“This will feel even better,” Wilson purred then leaned forward to lick the head of Greg’s penis with the flat of his tongue.
A loud gasp filled the room. House’s eyes shot open. He looked down the length of his body to see a smug grin looking back at him.
“You like that, huh?”
“Whatever gave you that idea?”
“This.” Wilson did it again then sucked the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it.
House jerked violently and shouted, “OH MY GOD!” as Wilson withdrew.
“See what I mean?”
“Ye - yeah.” House was panting hard. Wilson just grinned. He loved seeing Greg lose control and just go with his feelings. It happened so rarely.
Reaching down, House ran his fingers through Wilson’s hair. “Come up here.”
Greg saw Wilson’s erection for the first time as James shifted his position so he could lie alongside him.
Grabbing his arms, House maneuvered Wilson so he lay atop him. It felt oddly safe and secure to be beneath the younger man, who was careful not to jar his leg. They kissed deeply.
Wilson, leaning on his forearms, pulled away, gasping for air. As he gazed lovingly into deep blue eyes, he gently rubbed his erection on House’s belly. James moaned softly as his penis slid across firm skin and was brushed by House’s rigid shaft on one side. His balls lightly bumped the pair beneath him.
Greg’s eyes fluttered shut as he breathed, “Oh God ... don’t stop.” His hands slid down James’ back to his ass, tenderly kneading the firm mounds.
“I won’t.” James leaned in for another kiss as he kept up the slow thrusting. He knew he wasn’t going to last long. This was infinitely better than the fantasy. Never did he think he’d be this turned on.
A soft moan emanated from below him. “You okay?” James panted.
“Oh yeah. You feel so good ... nice and slick. Don’t stop.” A deep moan rose from his chest.
Both men’s penises were now wet from lubrication, which only served to intensify the sensations.
Wilson was having trouble controlling himself, but he didn’t want to come before House. James knew the Vicodin could inhibit sexual response, meaning Greg might require longer stimulation to achieve orgasm. He needed this to be good for him. He desperately wanted to please him, to give him all the sensual ecstasy he could.
House was now moaning and panting continuously. He had to be close, Wilson thought. Tingles and lightning bolts shot from the head of his penis up his spine to explode inside his head.
Awash in a wave of erotic sensation, the pain in Greg’s leg was completely obliterated. He could feel his balls pulling up. He was so close, but couldn’t seem to tip over the edge. His hips began moving of their own accord.
With the first thrust of House’s hips, James lost it. “God I love you, Greg!” he cried as he came hard.
Hearing those words and feeling a jet of warm liquid spread across his belly was all it took. Greg grasped James’ ass, pulling him tight against his body as he thrust up sharply and cried out, “Love you, Jimmy!”
Wilson felt House’s body convulse beneath him and warm fluid hit his abdomen. Hearing Greg’s declaration of love made his softening penis twitch. Through the haze of his post-orgasmic bliss, he wrapped Greg in his arms and smothered him with kisses.
House started to kiss back then fell asleep, causing Wilson to chuckle softly. Making sure he wasn’t putting pressure on the damaged thigh, he remained lying atop his lover, caressing his hair tenderly.
A few minutes later, Wilson carefully got up and padded into the bathroom. He washed and dried himself off then wet a washcloth with hot water. Grabbing a bath towel, he returned to bed.
Carefully, he wiped their mingled semen from Greg’s belly and thighs then went back to the bathroom to rinse out the cloth.
Returning once again, he sat by Greg’s groin. James gently cleaned House’s scrotum, causing him to stir.
Finished, he lifted Greg’s limp penis and began wiping it off.
“What are you doing?” a drowsy voice asked.
Wilson looked up to see deep blue eyes trying to focus on him. “Just cleaning you off before it all dries.”
His tongue peeked out and licked his dry lips. “Thank you.”
“Sure.” Wilson gently toweled him dry, kissed his penis, tossed the bath towel on the floor and the washcloth on top. “Is your leg bothering you? Do you need a pill?”
Moving the limb a bit, he felt no sharp twinges. “No. I’m fine. Endorphins trump Vicodin.” He smiled in that shy way that emphasized his gorgeous dimples. Wilson thought his heart would melt.
An arm tugged at James’ waist. “Come here.”
Wilson slid up alongside him and was enveloped in strong arms as House turned on his side. They kissed.
When their lips parted, Greg grinned broadly. “You know ... you were right.”
Wilson’s eyes went wide. “I was? About what?”
“Rehab. Smartest thing I’ve ever done.” He winked, making James laugh.
THE END